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Lemony Tarts

Chapter 2: B for Bondage

"Oh come on, Ichigo, it's our anniversary! You can't possibly tell me that no one is willing to take your damn shift!"

The screeching of a young woman and might I add, extremely angry woman's voice came piercing into the ear of the poor victim on the other side of that phone call. He pulled the phone away from his ear to make sure he wouldn't go deaf with her constant screaming. When he though she was finished, he held the phone back to his ear and pleaded,

"I'm sorry, Rukia! I really am, but there isn't anyone here that can take my shift! It's really busy here tonight! Some car accident victims came in earlier and I need to be there for them! I'll make it up to you! I promise!"

The said woman blinked back the burning tears that prickled at her deep orchid eyes. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. It was her and Ichigo's first anniversary as a married couple and he had to blow her off for his stupid hospital shift. Sure, she understood that being at the hospital, especially if there were accident victims, was very important, but Ichigo had gotten someone to fill in his shift for their anniversary night a month ago. But, his fill in couldn't fill in for him, so he had to spend the night at the hospital. Again.

"No, Ichigo! I need you! There is no way you can fucking make this up! You know what? You can sleep at the hospital for the next week or month even because don't even bother coming home! Good night!"

And with that, she hung up the phone and slapped it against its receiver. Rukia gave the phone a hard glare, as if she were trying see if she could make it explode just by looking at it. She blinked and wiped a lone tear that had escaped through her thick inky lashes. Tonight was supposed to be special. It was their first year married and she had to spend it alone.

Realizing that her husband wouldn't be coming home, she turned on her the heel of her newly bought stilettos that she had gotten for this special occasion, and hiked her way up the cream carpeted stairs. Rukia made her way to the master bedroom and kicked her heels off and slid down the slinky little black dress that she was so proud of when she found it. But now she couldn't wait to get it off. She was even wearing her best undergarments for him, for when they got back home from dinner.

She walked to her drawers and rumbled through the neatly folded clothes for something more comfortable. Her comfy lavender sweatpants and a very loose white V-neck tee. She practically threw the clothes on, so she could head to the bathroom to wash off her make-up and let down her hair that she had practically took an hour to do. Turning on the facet to the ice cold water, she grabbed her cleanser and started to cleanse her face of all her make-up. She cupped her small hands together and splashed the cold water on her face. Trying not only to wash her face, but to calm herself down, before she went over the hospital and killed her husband herself.

After cleaning her face, she grabbed the fluffy facial towel off the rack and patted her face dry. She assessed her now lazy look and grabbed a rubber band and tied up her hair in a high bun. She frowned at her sad reflection. She normally wasn't this needy, but she had been waiting for this night for weeks. And now she would have to spend her anniversary by herself and her only companions. Ben and Jerry, who were safely kept in the ice cage of a freezer, neatly tucked away from the light of day.

Sluggishly, Rukia climbed back down the stairs and made her way to the freezer. She opened it and was greeted with the frosty freezer air, she stuck her hand in and reached for the small container of Phish Food ice cream. Closing the door, she opened a draw full of silver utensils and took out an ice cream spoon.

She dragged her feet to the living room and plopped herself down on the sofa, grabbing the remote for the television and switching it on. She surfed through the channels and found some crummy love story movie playing on one of the channels. She needed something to yell at as she ate her ice cream.

She kicked her feet on to the table in front of her and settled herself further into the sofa. Ichigo always hated when she placed her feet on the table, but she stomped on the table more, so that when he came home after a month she could tell him she placed her feet all over the table.

Rukia pried open the soft container cover and instantly dug her shovel into the ocean of chocolaty ice cream, filled with streams of caramel and marshmallow and fudgie fish. She scooped out a big spoonful of ice cream and shoveled in to her awaiting mouth. She closed her lips over the spoon and savored the cold richness of one of her favorite ice creams. When the icy treat melted in her mouth, she shoveled in another scoop.

Everything was quiet in the house, except for Rukia's periodic outbursts while she watched her movie. The main guy had just told his lover that he would always be there for her no matter what. Which only caused Rukia to grab a pillow that also shared the sofa with her and launched it at the television, yelling, "Liar!"

And then the television went black. And then the entire house went black.

"Fuck!" Rukia groaned loudly, setting her tub of love down on the table. She carefully eased her way down the hallway to the laundry room to get to the fuse box, running her hands lightly over the walls. When her foot hit the door of the room, she moved one hand off the wall to the door knob. Except, her hand never reached the door knob. Something roughly grabbed her wrist and pulled it behind her back. Specially, someone.

Nothing, but fear shot throughout her body as she tried to open mouth to scream, but some kind of cloth was tied over her mouth and eyes as she felt her hands being pulled above her and then cuffed together. Then she realized that someone must've came in because she forgot to lock the front door after her fight with Ichigo. How stupid. Every vein in her body was filled with panic as her entire body trembled with anxiety. She could feel her tears running down her cheeks as the intruder dragged her up the stairs.

She heard a door slam open and felt a rough shove on her back as she was pushed into a room. She landed on the carpeted floor and felt strong hands feeling up and down her body. The felt the intruder climb on top of her and grabbed her small breasts, rolling them around in his hands through her thin tee-shirt. She began to whimper quietly under the cloth as it dawned on her that on the night of her wedding anniversary, she'd be raped by some unknown intruder who broke into her house because of her own stupidity of not locking the front door.

She tried to struggle with the stranger, but to no avail. The guy was a lot bigger than her and there was no way she'd be able to fight back. After what seemed to be an eternity of struggling and crying, she gave up and lied there on the ground and took it. Maybe if she were lucky, Ichigo would change his mind and come home early, but until then she would just have to wait.

Then she felt the stranger tug her up from the ground and tossed her on the bed, climbing on top of her again, but this time, she could feel more cloth being tied to the chain of the hand cuffs as she was tied to the bed post. She felt the stranger move down to tie more cloth to her, except this time around her ankles and to the bed post.

When the intruder was finished, he climbed his way back up, dipping his hips in between her legs to rub against her. She let out another quiet whimper, feeling that the intruder was quite ready to fuck her senseless. He was rather large, even though she could feel he was still confined in his pants. Even though she didn't want it, she could feel herself starting to pool in her panties. Her body jerked when she felt a hand run up and down the space in between her leg, making her whimper again.

His hand left her sacred spot and traveled upward back to her breasts, rolling them around roughly. Then as soon as they came, they left her body as she felt the intruder reach over somewhere else. And then she felt something cold and metal on her flat stomach and then she heard the sound of cloth being cut.

Oh my God, this guy was cutting off her clothes.

Within a matter of seconds, her shirt, bra, and sweatpants were snipped from her body, leaving her body almost completely naked for the rapist to devour as much as he liked. Then as soon as she thought it, she felt something warm and wet run across her nipples, making them stand at attention. She had to bite her lip to stop herself from moaning through the cloth over her mouth. His hands ran up and down the sides of her body, feeling everything above her hips. His cold hands pinched her sensitive nipples and this time she couldn't stop herself from letting out a moan. Making the intruder's ear filled with the sound of music. Literally.

She felt his head dip down to her breasts, licking them again and then started to give them hard love bites all around her nipples and her nipples themselves. All along the way, the spot in between her legs grew wetter and wetter as she tried to rub her legs together to release some of the growing pressure down there, but couldn't because of the confinements of her legs. The man performed a marathon of tongue swirling and hard bites on her breasts, causing her to let out muffled moans and gasps. His tongue traveled toward her neck, licking all around it, before he closed his mouth and ran his lips over the soft skin. The gentleness didn't last for long as he began to nip at her neck and sucking it roughly, his hands traveling to her outer thighs.

Rukia would have some serious hickeys tomorrow morning, you know if she managed to stay alive to see her Ichigo again. Oh, Ichigo, if she hadn't made such a huge fuss earlier, maybe this would have never happened and she would live the rest of her life being pleasured by his hands and lips.

The intruder moved to the side again and grabbed another item from wherever he was grabbing it from. Then she felt something wooden pinch her nipples as she gave a muffled scream. She knew exactly what that was. Wooden clothes pins. She heard from Renji a while ago that his girlfriend loved the whole rough sex thing, including putting clothes pin on her nipples.

The man licked at her nipples again as if the pleasure from the clothes pins wasn't enough. She moaned again and tried to move her hips. And then to her gratefulness, she felt the man move his hips to hers, allowing her rub her to wet panties on to his hard manhood. She rolled her hips into almost figure eights, moaning the entire time, feeling the pressure down there being released. "Ohh… Ahhh…" was all she could muster from her closed off lips.

But then as soon as he allowed her to rub herself on him, he pulled away and she began to cry. Her nipples ached and her womanhood wanted to release, but she was totally under her captive's control. Then she felt a hard slap come down between her legs as it stung the sensitive place there. She cried out as the slapping became consistent. The sting hurt, but it felt too good to pass up. She moaned at the slight pressure she got on her plump nub and then loudly at the hard pinch that it received every once in a while as he tweaked her. Then the unbearable pinch of the clothes pin came down on her plump nub. Her scream was mixed with her lustful moans as the man flicked the clothes pin a couple times, causing her body to jerk wildly.

Then she was flipped over roughly, causing her to scream as the clothes pins rubbed against the bed. She felt a hard spank come down on her ass, then a rub and grab duo after. He rubbed at her ass, pulling apart her cheeks then giving them a hard slap. He ripped off her soaked panties, causing the clothes pin to snap off her plump nub, making her moan and gasp. He grabbed her hips roughly, making her get on to all fours, except it was her elbows. With her bruised ass in the air, he leaned forward and began licking her up and down, making her moans ring through his ears, even though her mouth was covered by the cloth.

The man dipped his tongue into her slippery smooth folds, biting her lips and her growing nub. He ate her out as if she were a melting ice pop, trying to make sure that none of the juice would slide down. Rukia's hips bucked as she moved herself more into the stranger's mouth. She could feel him smiling into her wet folds. He then used his tongue to trace every single nook and cranny of her being, earning a never ending the moan that didn't even stop to catch a breath for a second. She hated the gross feeling she got as he licked her clean of any of her juices before they were even released, it felt great don't get her wrong, but she wanted Ichigo.

She would always only want him and even though the feeling was amazing, like Ichigo, but she doubted he could be this mean. She was probably bleeding from the clasps of pleasure-building and she wasn't sure if she'd even be able to sit down for the next few days. And then during her mind rant, she felt him stop, the sound of a zipper came to her ears and she was instantly filled with fear again. She had a hard time being on all fours, she was about to fall any time from all her shaking. All she could think about was Ichigo's handsome face. His tuft of orange hair, his permanent scowl, his sharp tan jaw line, his perfectly pointed nose, his full pinkish lips, and the way his eyebrows knitted together in concentration. She felt her tears escape her lashes as they freely slid down her face. And then that was it.

She felt him plunge his thick rod into her folds over and over again. Pounding her from behind, having his hands travel to her hair, so he could pull on her messy ebony locks. She moaned and screamed, and even though she didn't like the idea, she liked how it felt. She was getting the release that she finally wanted and it felt oh so good.

"Oh my God! You bastard! Ahhh!" Was all she could muffle a scream, afraid that he would pull out her and leave her there on the bed to be tortured. Rukia could feel his hands leave her hair to travel to her still pinned nipples and began groping them with his large hand causing her to add a whimper due to the numbing pain that was devouring her breasts already. After more rolling and grabbing, he moved his hands to her plump core and began tweaking it his fingers and rubbing her as he thrusted in and out of her.

She could feel herself tighten around his hard thrusting rod and she knew she was almost done for. It would only be a matter of time before they both exploded, her moans were getting louder and it sounded as if her mouth wasn't even covered at all. Her beautiful voice bounced off every corner of the room and possibly every corner of the house too. And it was a pretty large house.

Rukia could also feel the intruder's manhood begin to tighten as well, his thrust became more and more frantic with each hump he gave her. He tried not to utter a sound, but it was becoming increasingly hard. As he rammed her backside more, he felt her tighten around him, causing him to go at an almost unimaginable speed. And then in no time, with the mixture of his nub rubbing and humping they both climaxed, except for the fact the intruder let out a groan of his own, "Rukia!"

And when they both collapsed to the bed, Rukia knew exactly whose groan that was. She had heard it countless times before. And she was going to kill him after she got out of her bindings.

"Oh my God, Ichigo! I'm going to fucking kill you!" She let out a raspy growl, only to be given a light laugh. She was pissed, extremely pissed, she wanted to kill him, but nothing sounded better than his laughter.

"I love you too, Babe." Ichigo breathed out, rolling over to his side, to release his wife from her torture bindings. When she was released from everything, including the clothes pin, he slowly untied the cloth from her mouth and then from her dazzling eyes, that had nothing in them, but rage. She glared at him through the darkness as she rubbed her aching wrists.

Then she punched him in the head.

"You damn bastard! Get out of my house! I told you not to come home! I hate you!" She yelled at him and turned around to look out the window, still extremely pissed off. She heard him sigh and then she felt him crawl over to her and wrap his strong arms around her petite figure and he buried his face into her hair, inhaling her sweet shampoo.

"I'm sorry, Rukia. I just wanted to surprise you that's all. I lied and told you I was at the hospital, but really, I was standing outside the entire time. I just wanted our anniversary to be memorable."

Rukia scoffed, "It was memorable alright, fool. You pretty much scared me to death."

Ichigo buried his face into her hair further, holding her tighter to him. "I know and I'm sorry. But it seemed like you liked it."

That earned him an elbow in the gut.

"Stupid, bastard, strawberry, fool."

"Smart, beautiful, midget, wife."

Rukia's eyes widened and she sighed. Then she eased herself over and buried her face into Ichigo's waiting chest. He kissed her the top of her head softly and whispered, "I love you, Wife."

After a little bit, she sighed and wrapped her arms around him.

"I love you too, Husband."

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Okay finally done! So this was probably pretty cheesy and corny! So bear with me! I hope it wasn't that bad! And I hope that you guys tell me what you think about this cause it was pretty cheesy! Super scared about this chapter! So please read and review! Please and thank you! You guys are the best! And remember please don't be too mean, if you guys thought it was bad!